
Lately, I’ve been running
across quite
a few articles about what’s become of us GenXers, now in our early and mid
30s to late 40s and early 50s. I particularly enjoyed Whitney Collins’ witty “Generation
X’s journey from jaded to sated.” I laughed out loud reading her
descriptions of a GenX childhood (her son’s Nintendo 3DS “spews out more verbal
encouragement and gold redemption coins and psychological incentive in 30
minutes than my generation heard in 15 years”) and our teenage years (“we came of age back when very little could
be done if you were born unattractive…. so we all just slumped along in our
glasses and retainers and Jordache jeans that went all the way up to our flat
chests”).

While for most of
us war was grainy images of conflicts we were too young to remember or were
over before we were born, we had our share of cultural and political anxieties.
We grew up wondering not if there
would be a nuclear war but who would push the button first. We survived to see
the end of the Cold War and the fall of the Soviet Union only to watch the Gulf
War unfold. As burgeoning adults, we sat glued to our televisions on 9/11 and now
we’re living through an historic economic recession in the middle of raising children
(and worried
we won’t have enough money for retirement).
As adults, we’re comfortable
with change—we expect it. Born into a world without the personal computer, we
saw the rise of the internet and became the smartphone generation. We are savy,
skeptical and self-reliant. And we are more embracing of
ethnicity and race than previous generations, highly educated, and we volunteer
more than the other generations around us.
I resonated with
a lot of what Collins says characterizes our generation today. For the most
part, we aren’t consumed by our careers, defining what we do as quite different
from who we are. We are aging gracefully, comfortable in our own skin and we’re
more relational as parents. We accept impermanence and we’ve learned—or at
least we are good way into learning—how to “let go and let life.”
But as I contemplated
all this I started wondering about generational characteristics when it comes
to faith. I can’t speak for all GenXers, but I’m beginning to see how my own
faith journey was influenced by the way these larger generational
characteristics interacted with characteristics of church culture in the last 50
or so years—especially the prevalence of dispensationalism, a growing dissatisfaction
with a consumerist driven church, and the birth of the North American emerging
church movement.
My childhood was saturated with dispensationalism. You would
think that if any theological community would be insulated from that it would
be the Mennonites, but that wasn’t the case—at least in the large metro area I
grew up in where we were rubbing shoulders with many different faiths and worldviews.

Those expectations colored the way some of us looked at the
future. As teens, we pondered the use of going to college or whether we’d ever
get married. Why bother when the end could be no more than a few years down the
road?
And joined to the long list of usual teen anxieties was the nagging
question of whether our salvation was secure enough to get us in on the rapture
before the world went to hell. It’s easy to see, then, why some of us grew up with
the concept of salvation predominantly as a ticket to heaven and an escape from
the upcoming tribulation.
As we got older and learned more about theology, however,
dispensationalism came under the scrutiny of skeptical minds (at least it did
in my corner of the world). With the gradual disintegration and fall of the
Soviet Union and the thaw of the Cold War, the last tendrils of that theology
started to unwind from our worldview.
In a way, in my corner of the world it left a vacuum of
sorts. When life on earth didn’t end in nuclear war or the rapture, we started
to seek a new paradigm in which to live—and, unfortunately, the church wasn’t
providing that. We were dissatisfied and disillusioned with the church.
Considering our generational tendency to seek truth, deconstruct structures and
value authenticity, it makes sense to me why we found church culture,
organization and experience wanting.
And my friends and I were scrutinizing and deconstructing
everything. I remember long and winding conversations picking apart the
worldviews and theologies in which my peers and I had grown up or
encountered. Like many of our
generation, we’d rejected our culture’s Wall
Street (1987) mentality, and as Christians, we saw the prosperity gospel as
a sham; career, money and wealth weren’t the answer.
Wrestling with our dissatisfaction, we took various routes.
As the relationship between religion and politics grew, some of my friends
latched onto conservative political movements while others joined with more liberal
political, social justice and religious movements. Some of those who articulated
dissatisfaction with the consumer-driven church looked for more authentic
experiences in other traditions. A lot of my college friends went into youth
ministry, which almost seemed like a theology of its own. Some became the
church of one. Others of us threw our energies into discipleship and service movements
and ministries.
Only later did I discover that what my friends and I were
experiencing was part of a much larger generational
dissatisfaction with the organized church out of which rooted a European
movement into North American soil: the emerging church movement.
I didn’t stumble upon this movement until the mid 2000s,
when it was well under way. In the beginning, a lot of effort was put into
defining exactly what this movement was about. Early
on, it seemed to be mostly a conversation about everything from what needs
to change to draw folks into existing churches to rethinking the whole way of
doing church to figuring out how to get back to early church principles and
life.

The movement ended up going a lot of different directions as
key figures weaved in and out of its nebulous borders. Around and out of that movement
came others like the organic church movement, monastic movement, missional
theology, and simple church movement—and I know folks who are in or resonate
with many of these. For me, here in the 2010s, Missio
Alliance has become a home in my rethinking of what it means to be God’s
people in a post-Christian world.
When I look back at my life and the characteristics that
define my generation, I can see a lot of interplay between those characteristics
and events and forces in church culture in my faith journey. The generational needs to
confront and combat corruption and the need for stability and love are
forces that play into our dissatisfaction with church and our need
for authentic community. We are comfortable in a changing world, and a changing
culture and church doesn’t threaten us—to the contrary, there is a good segment
of us who are eager for that change.
Again, I am not speaking for all GenXers—and indeed, many GenX
characteristics are shared across generations. My best friend is a Boomer, but we
share many characteristics in our faith journeys. And my parents were
deconstructing the church long before I started. But it helps me to contemplate my own life
and see where the path of my generation intersects and interacts with my faith
journey.
However, as all this reflection has reminded me, navel-gazing
is easy for my generation—maybe a little too easy. If
Paul were writing to GenXers instead of the Colossians, perhaps he would’ve
said: “Don’t shuffle along, eyes on your navel, absorbed with excessive
self-contemplation. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that
is where the action is. See things from his perspective.”
Indeed, a well examined life is good one, but a well lived
life is better.